An entire family of four from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan have gone missing. In a case that could very well have come from a TV crime show, and I would know, I’ve seen a few of ‘em, this is scary shit.
The family left home without taking or caring for their pets. They left their grandmother there (who has dementia and needs round-the-clock assistance), and authorities have determined the family has turned off their cell phones.
Now, I don’t know about you, but something is just not right with this scenario, eh Guv?
I hate that I am attracted to these unsavory headlines, but I really only use them for ideas for my blog.
That and medical marijuana.
Here is an idea: Why don’t all the people spending time trying to bury ex-president Donald Trump get together with all their counterparts who spend all their time denigrating the presidency and not try, but accomplish real change?
Too much to ask for?
Thought so.
Call them what you want, but all politicians are dicks.
Even the females.
JoJo will spend the remainder of his presidency doing what he can before the Republicans take over.
Then somebody else can start talking trash.
The headline says this guy ate his date he met on Grindr, which I honestly do not know about. He got life without the possibility of parole.
The whacko, Lutinski, ate parts of the body of a young man after hanging him up from his ankles. Oh yeah, he stabbed him several times.
Now you can debate what degree of which charge you want to file against a certain individual, or you can give him the needle.
I prefer the romance of a firing squad.
There is no penalty severe enough for puppy mill operators, murderers (human or animal), human traffickers, animal poachers, don’t stop me now, I’m on a roll…
What is all the rig-a-ma-ro about putting Dan Fogelberg into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?
Criteria.
Piss off.
In Maddogg’s less than humble opinion, the criteria should be simple.
Cut and dry.
No grey area.
You are automatically inducted into the Hall of Fame if even ONE of your songs was playing when a girl became a woman.
And if you don’t think Dan Fogelberg could rock the ladies, hell, I know four of my own girlfriends that would have dropped them for him. I don’t think he was alone except when he wanted to be.
If they still made Arby’s Roast Beef sandwiches like they did when they first opened, oh man, that’s what I’m talking about. I could see me eating three of them, and I just don’t eat that much anymore.
They would come in the morning and start cooking off the bottom rounds and you could smell the beefiness everywhere.
Money.
I don’t like the rest of their “menu.” It looks like some sort of carnival truck menu. It seems like every time one of the Big Five fast-food burger restaurants do anything, the others get rattled into action of their own.
Crazy fuckers.
Stay well.
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